Two Kentucky farmers, Jim and Bob, are sitting at

 their favorite bar, drinking bourbon. Jim turns to Bob and says,

 "You know, I'm tired of going through life without an education. Tomorrow

 I think I'll go to the Community College and sign up for some classes."

 Bob thinks it's a good idea, and the two leave.

 The next day, Jim goes down to the college and meets

 the Dean of Admissions who signs him up for the four basic

 classes: Math, English, History, and Logic.

 "Logic?" Jim says. "What's that?"

 The Dean says, "I'll show you. Do you own a weed-eater?"

 "Yeah."

 "Then logically speaking, because you own a

 weed-eater, I think that you would have a yard."

 "That's true, I do have a yard."

 "I'm not done," the Dean says. "Because you have a

 yard, I think, logically, that you would have a house."

 "Yes, I do have a house."

 "And because you have a house, I think that you

 might logically have a family."

 "Yes, I have a family."

"I'm not done yet. Because you have a family, then

 logically you must have a wife."

 "Yes, I do have a wife."

 "And because you have a wife, then logic tells me

 you must be a heterosexual."

 "I am a heterosexual. That's amazing; you were able

 to find out all of that because I have a weed-eater."

 Excited to take the class now, Jim shakes the Dean's hand and leaves to

 go meet Bob at the bar. He tells Bob about his

 classes, how he is signed up for Math, English, History, and Logic.

 "Logic?" Bob says, "What's that?"

 Jim says, "I'll show you. Do you have a weed-eater?"

 "No."

 "Then you're a queer."